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binka
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Ever wondered what it would be like if the fish were the hunter and us the quarry?
This is very much the by-product of the occasional slow session and not the result of smoking some highly dubious substance but bear with me, it’s been a slow day and it raised a laugh or two between a few of us here when first aired.
So…
There you are with a few of your mates, it’s a chilly morning and you’re all walking along the riverbank feeling a bit peckish when slowly but surely the unmistakable aroma of freshly cooked bacon hits the nostrils.
Instinctively you pursue this delicious aroma to its source and just beyond the next bend you glimpse the first sight of a dozen or so steaming bacon rolls all sat on nice little plates with the butter still melting over the edges… It all looks irresistible if not a bit strange but who cares?
You approach excitedly and then stop a few metres short… It’s still a bit unnatural but then you see that sign saying “Eat as many as you want!”
You all gaze at each other in disbelief before the first of the group tentatively steps forward and takes a steaming bacon roll in hand, you all watch nervously as he bites into it and realise that it really is true and so you all pile in and gorge away.
One, two, maybe even three bacon rolls before suddenly…
WALLOP!
Out of nowhere and before you know it you’re being dragged by some invisible force towards the water’s edge, your mates are naturally spooked by this and all drop their food and fan out instead of coming to help (!!!) and you’re into the tussle of your life!
You spot a nearby tree and head for it, feet spewing up gravel as they dig in straining for the last two or three feet and you feel you're just making some headway as the force finally breaks you down and you’re travelling down the bank, begrudgingly towards the waters edge before disappearing below it… Snapped tree root still in hand.
You’re then subjected to the alien abduction experience where your vital statistics are taken along with several pictures before arms, almost of a loving nature, slide you gently back out of the water and onto the bankside where you first entered it and no worse for wear.
And the one thing in common with your mates?
You’re all looking at each other and thinking…
WTF?
This is very much the by-product of the occasional slow session and not the result of smoking some highly dubious substance but bear with me, it’s been a slow day and it raised a laugh or two between a few of us here when first aired.
So…
There you are with a few of your mates, it’s a chilly morning and you’re all walking along the riverbank feeling a bit peckish when slowly but surely the unmistakable aroma of freshly cooked bacon hits the nostrils.
Instinctively you pursue this delicious aroma to its source and just beyond the next bend you glimpse the first sight of a dozen or so steaming bacon rolls all sat on nice little plates with the butter still melting over the edges… It all looks irresistible if not a bit strange but who cares?
You approach excitedly and then stop a few metres short… It’s still a bit unnatural but then you see that sign saying “Eat as many as you want!”
You all gaze at each other in disbelief before the first of the group tentatively steps forward and takes a steaming bacon roll in hand, you all watch nervously as he bites into it and realise that it really is true and so you all pile in and gorge away.
One, two, maybe even three bacon rolls before suddenly…
WALLOP!
Out of nowhere and before you know it you’re being dragged by some invisible force towards the water’s edge, your mates are naturally spooked by this and all drop their food and fan out instead of coming to help (!!!) and you’re into the tussle of your life!
You spot a nearby tree and head for it, feet spewing up gravel as they dig in straining for the last two or three feet and you feel you're just making some headway as the force finally breaks you down and you’re travelling down the bank, begrudgingly towards the waters edge before disappearing below it… Snapped tree root still in hand.
You’re then subjected to the alien abduction experience where your vital statistics are taken along with several pictures before arms, almost of a loving nature, slide you gently back out of the water and onto the bankside where you first entered it and no worse for wear.
And the one thing in common with your mates?
You’re all looking at each other and thinking…
WTF?
